You're (name) you live alone in a small apartment wedged between an office building and corner street. Wouldn't be too bad, minus the constant bright street lights throw your window. But eh it's better than living with your parents.
You recently have gotten message bing after message bing from your friend, you're a known gamer but you like to play in your free time and you haven't had much time to game recently, due to your job. You work as a story editor, which probably isn't great on your back for how long you spend hunched over in your bed instead of that perfectly fine desk in the corner.
'Hey.'- 20 minutes ago
'(Y/n).' -15 minutes ago
'Hey hey hey hey hey hey' -10 minutes ago
'Yoooo brooooooo duuudeeeee! Guess what.'- 5 minutes ago.
'(Y/n) I can see you're reading these... come on answer my texts it's important.'- 2 minutes ago
'If you don't take a break from editing that discount bakudeku fan-fiction I'm about to spam you.'- 1 seconds ago
And with that your phone started to have a electronic seizor so much so taht it went from your bedside table to the floor. With a groan you leaned over and picked up the phone, "eh he can wait. I have a deadline." You say to your self thinking that maybe if you just shut off your phone that your friend will get the message.
Smiling you turned off your phone and sat it back on its charger, slowly reading and scrolling through the story you were hired to edit. Scribbling nots and edits here and there on your tablet. Your room was quiet, the faint sound of your enchanted forest ambience music playing in the background. A cup of (favorite hot drink) setting on your night table, you're in your comfiest attire. It was perfect. Tiring work but comforting.
What could ruin this?
BANG! You nearly spill your entire drink down your shirt, you were spooked so much infact your tablet went from your lap to across the room. "What the fuck?!" You yell getting up, someone was banging at your door.
"COMING! IM COMMING!" You yell scrambling to your feet and leaving the comfort of your room and piling work. When you open the door stood your curly haired devil of a friend. His entire pc habazardly throwj into a back back on his back as he pants. He looked exhausted, like he just ran a quarter mile and two subways to your home.
"Script?! Dude it's like-"
"5:30 in the morning? Yeah can I come in?"
"What are you doing here?!"
"You need a break,"
He says walking past you into your house before placing his bag down with a. Thud onto your couch as he fell to the floor. "Whooa! I need to start working out more I think I died comeing here." He left you with more questions than answers.
You close the door, and stood over him. "And you jogged here in the dead of the morning when I'm busy because? Script I have work to do-" "work smork! I gotta show you this game!" He says getting up like a hyper goblin who just found a golden coin. You never seen someone so tired yet happy so early in the morning.
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Script here, I haven't fully finished this chapter but I wanted to release just a bit of what I had so far and that you know I dint just abandoned this fic
YOU ARE READING
Sally Face X Reader interactive
HumorWhen you're friend tells you about a video game you were not expecting the main character to get thrown into your world and make you have an interactive reading experience
